Tuesday 21 October 2014
Today I cried.
I lay on the tiles in the bathroom and I cried. I ate a bowl of silken, baked custard and let the tears roll down my cheeks. Then I cried some more.
I let them fall.
One after the other.
Until they were done.
Until I was done.
There wasn't a single cause. Nothing that was particularly worse or different. It was everything and nothing. All rolled into one.
Because sometimes life is too much.
Because sometimes my body is too much.
Because there is no weakness in tears, or the admission of their existence.
A pressure valve released.
I can collect myself and keep going. And I know,
I'll be okay.